Two Poems by Stephen Page

Transition

When the cows have eaten all the grass
And the butcher cannot buy,
What do we do with the clover
That has not yet recovered?

When the bulls leap barbwire
To find the cows in heat,
What do we do with the toothless
Hags tagging behind their calves?

When the sheep return to twenty-one
And the shepherd is on the highway,
What do we do with the fallen twigs
And the uncut park grass?

When the fenceposts lie to rot in ponds
And the Fencer curves his line,
What do we do with the logger truck
The Lumber Jack false-bottomed?

When the Counter cannot count
And the horse herd shrinks while growing,
What do we do with the unlearned leader
That has yet to earn his office?

When the land transforms from marsh to wheat
And the Seeder sprays more herbicide,
What do we do for the migrating ducks,
And the butterflies missed by bankers?

The Old Man (2)

I saw the Walking Man today
close up
I was lying dead on the side of the road

His eyes were shaped Eskimo
His cheekbones Illini
His face and hands tattoed Maori
He height Tehuelche

When he stepped over me
he did not look down

He did not look down

He did not look down

he just stepped over me

his eyes fixed on the horizon

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3 Responses

  1. Strong poems, unique, vivid imagery. Thanks for following me and looking forward to reading more of your work.

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